(After Wiley established a source for buying pot in Brownsville, he learns the art of bondage and discipline)
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I sat at the red light pondering whether to stay in Texas or move to Georgia. I established a good trade of selling pounds of pot to a few individuals who in turn sold ounces to others. Also, I was delivering my 20 gallons of bootleg whiskey each week to several saloons around Dallas.
I had lots of friends and fuck buddies and one hot bitch who I lived with while in Dallas who drove me crazy. Madeline was the most demanding dominant woman I had encountered in my 21 years as a male. But I could not resist my strong desire to immerse myself in her sweet pussy.
On the bright side, Bonnie and I became closer as she taught me the fine art of bondage and discipline.
We were in the barn and she showed me her personal stable of sorts. She had a saw horse contraption with a barrel shaped padded top. Also, she had three floggers with menacing leather strips that hung on the wall along with an assortment of leather paddles and dildoes.
Bonnie explained the use of her whips and equipment and her strong desire and need to be spanked and whipped from time to time. I was eager to learn and the thought of administering the leather to her fine white bottom stirred my cock.
Our first session was a little bit clumsy for me but after reading some material she provided and watching some x-rated movies of bondage, I found a peculiar desire to perfect her needs.
We found ourselves in the barn once a month for her lessons—or my lessons since I was a novice.
"Eyes down and take off your clothes," I demanded. Bonnie quickly stripped and with her eyes cast downward, I ordered her to stand on a three foot table and turn herself slowly so I could inspect her.
"Yes, what have we here, such lovely ass cheeks and little pussy," I explained as she would bend over and I plied her butt cheeks apart to inspect her recesses. I complimented several different areas of her naked body each time.
Once her restraints were secured to the padded saw horse, I teased her ass with the leather thongs. My hands lingered and caressed her cheeks teasing her cunny lips with my finger tips.
The cheeks of her bottom were perfectly rounded with her pouty blond Venus mound that looked so mouth-watering and inviting. Her breath deepened as I slowly rubbed her backside and plump white bottom with the flogger.
Somewhere within her mind, she released her will and submitted to my administering the discipline she so longed for.
Swish slap, and then followed by a softer blow and a change direction of the whip as her bottom flexed under the blows.
Startled by the first blow, Bonnie cried out "Oh" and her naked hips squirmed from side to side.
"What do you say slut," I exclaimed and another harder stroke.
"Agggggghh—yes thank you sir," she would cry out. The flogger became her tormentor and her pleasure as I discovered her most sensitive nerve endings.
The tips of the leather strips found her pouty cunt lips and her clinching ass cheeks and cries of delicious stings showed how much she enjoyed the infliction of pain.
Bonnie emitted a squeal of anguish when the tips found her sensitive crotch and her hips bounced causing her milky bottom to jiggle. The site of her pinkish bottom the sounds of her anguish only served to stimulate my cock.
"Whose ass is this?" I demanded.
"Y-y-yours master," she stammered.
I alternated from the back of her knees up to her cheeks and then pick up the tempo and pressure of each blow. The flogger absorbed some of her emissions from her cunt and inner thighs and made splotchy sounds as it contacted with her oozing cunt.
